I’ve never fucked a woman who didn’t lie. Not to me. When I’m grinding eight inches deep up against your G-spot, you can bet you won’t have the mind to remember your own name. No, I’m talking about the next guy. And everyone who’s unlucky enough to come after me. “That’s right, baby. You’re the best.” “Nobody’s ever gone so deep.” And this one, the classic. The biggest fucking whopper to ever cross a woman’s lips: “Size doesn’t matter. It’s what you do with it that counts.” Right, love. Say that again with a straight face once I’ve stretched you so wide, you’re begging me to stop and screaming for more, all in the same goddamn breath. Go on, I dare you. We’ve all got our secrets, but it just happens to be my job to figure yours out. I’m the best in the business, and I never back down. But this case is different. This girl is different. I don’t just want her secrets. I want everything.

That’s how I like it. I don’t get caught up in any drama, and I sure as hell don’t get attached.

Until her: Chloe Archer.

She started as a job, but now she’s more than that. And now I know how it feels to claim her, I don’t want anyone but her. On her knees. Spread wide on my bed. Up against the wall and screaming my name. I’m not fussy. I’ll take it all, a hundred times over, and still crave one more taste.

There’s just one problem: this time, I’m the one who’s lied. I guess what they say is true. Karma can be a real bitch sometimes.

But karma’s got nothing on me. I’m not giving Chloe up without a fight, and you better believe, I play dirty.

That girl doesn’t stand a chance. My body doesn’t lie either, and I’m going to show her just what the truth feels like.